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James digressed. He rubbed his forehead and winced. Saint figured that a painful migraine and exhaustion consumed his friend. “There’s just so much to discuss, and this is so upsetting, I really don’t even know where to begin.” James closed his eyes, his face a tense mask.
    Saint stood up and slowly approached James, ushering him to his seat. “James, I’ll take over. I reviewed what you sent me.”
    James nodded as he slumped down in his chair. Saint made his way back up to the front of the room and stood there, surveying the crowd of neatly dressed men.
    “Guys, here is what is in James’ plan.” Saint caught the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger and bit on his bottom lip as he looked down at a piece of paper on the podium. “He wants to build a center for Rainbeau men and their Queens that need protection and a place to stay. The center would not be here. We have less of a problem here with these sort of crimes so he wants to place one in the Midwest and one in the south. We’d pay their airfare if they aren’t local and have them start a new life. They’d get a ninety day stay which would include a room with a bed, desk and dresser, three meals a day and counseling. There would be a library for each facility that would have computers, reference books, fax machines and your typical items needed for correspondence and business matters.”
    “How does our program fit into this? Such as conferences?” Davis asked, a retired firefighter that now worked with building codes.
    “There are strict criteria. The Rainbeau would also have to participate in a conference since they still aren’t co-ed.”
    Davis and James shook their head in understanding.
    Saint smiled and looked out into the audience of men. “I think this is a fantastic idea. I could have really used a place like this when I was younger. It’s not that my father so much disapproved of my lifestyle regarding my dating preference, but he often kicked me out of the house after my mother passed away and one of the core reasons was because of my behavior, partially due to this drive in me. I wasn’t accepted everywhere and I didn’t get much support at home. My father didn’t hinder, but he also didn’t help. He couldn’t understand it even though he himself had dated mostly interracial his entire adult life. It wasn’t Black women though, so that territory was foreign to him. So, while I was trying to go out with some Black girl I had a crush on, I would break his rules for curfew. I didn’t feel comfortable bringing them back to my house because he…” Saint sighed and looked down briefly. “It doesn’t matter. He just never really made a welcoming environment. We’d subsequently argue and it just became a situation where I was more out of the house than in it. Luckily, my best friend’s mother allowed me to live with them several times, but I could have been homeless, out on the streets. There is no telling what would have happened to me out there. I grew up in a rough area and I know that I probably would’ve resorted to doing something illegal, just to eat. So, this is personal to me.” Saint looked at the men in the room, a small smile across his face as he touched his chest. Several of the men smiled back at him, their pain was similar based on circumstances and upbringings that overlapped, all due to whom they were attracted to.
     “There are so many of us that were disowned by our parents because of who we were attracted to, who we loved. We lost friends, we were threatened, physically attacked and some of us even lost our lives. Loving vs. Virginia helped pave the way for us and all interracial couples. We just want to be left in peace. So, it’s really important that we get this up and running as soon as possible because every day, dozens of young people are kicked out of their house or ostracized because of this. They are getting their asses kicked and can’t go through an entire week without an incident
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